"The market is the most direct thing to promote productivity. Without the market, there is no need for production. So there are two problems here. Who do the people who make counterfeit goods want to sell their counterfeit goods to? Or, who wants to buy these counterfeit goods?" Wang Huadong said: "Let's take an example. For college students, everyone knows that Nike and Adidas are good clothes, so if college students buy fake clothes of these sports brands, then it is understandable, in order to make others recognize the brand and look face-saving. Of course, there are also those who pretend to be too good. They don't have much money at home, but they insist on wearing fake luxury clothes. There are such people. However, in college, basically no one will buy fake niche brands. For example, if you spend two thousand yuan to buy a counterfeit product of a very niche and very expensive brand in a certain country, would you buy it? What about college students? Would you buy it? Of course not!
The purpose of buying fake goods is to make others recognize that they are famous brands.
If the watch this woman is wearing is real, it would be worth no less than 300,000 yuan, but the brand is very niche! Even if it is a knockoff, it won’t be too cheap. If she wears a fake one, who would she show it to? "
Bai Song nodded. He had to admire Huadong for knowing much more than him in this regard, and Huadong was right. It was like going back to some rural areas, driving a Mercedes-Benz was more prestigious than driving a Koenigsegg, because people there only knew that Mercedes-Benz was a luxury car.
If you want to buy fake products with good workmanship, then you must buy fake products with a brand that people around you can recognize. Otherwise, what is the point of buying it?
On the other hand, if the girl was really wearing a fake watch from that niche brand, and her circle was one that could recognize this watch, then she certainly wouldn’t need to do these things.
"Alright, alright, there's no point in analyzing these things. Huadong, you've drunk so much, how can you tell the brand from such a distance?" Sun Jie said, "Maybe he's a second-generation rich man experiencing life, it's none of your business. Come, have a drink."
It really doesn't matter. After all, Sun Jie and Hua Dong brought their own beer...
Right after they clinked glasses and everyone took a sip, a conflict started at a table a few meters away.
"Come on, come on, don't leave. How can these small cups you're offering for trying out new things be enough?" A fat, bald middle-aged man at the table, wearing a sweatshirt, tattoos, and a gold chain, joked, "Give me ten boxes of the beer you're recommending now. You sit here and finish the beer with us."
There were six people at the table, five men and one woman. They all looked a bit like "social people". Bai Song had already noticed them when he came in, but he ignored them. After all, there was no law prohibiting tattoos, and it didn't mean that people with tattoos were not good people.
However, given the current situation, it is unrealistic not to think of some disputes.
The beer boy was a smart man. He quickly stood between the three girls and the group of people, and said with a smile: "Brothers, I'm really sorry, we don't have that much beer. We are the manufacturer giving you free tastings. If you think the small cup is not enough, you can have these two bottles."
After the young man finished speaking, he motioned for the girls to leave. But the middle-aged man refused to listen: "What do you mean? Do you think I can't afford your wine? ＠#￥! I tell you, buying your wine is to give you face! Even if the boss is standing here now, he has to give me face!"
After saying that, the man stood up. The boss and several waiters saw this scene and came over to try to smooth things over. The brewery and the restaurant had a partnership, and if a few girls were really bullied here, even if they were forced to drink a bottle of beer, the cooperation between the boss and the brewery would basically end there.
"What's the matter, Daqiang? I just found someone to drink with me. I also bought their wine, not a penny less. Just drink with me, why don't you give me this face?" The middle-aged man pointed his finger directly at the boss's head.
The boss called "Da Qiang" was in a state of grievance at this moment. He really didn't want to mess with these people here. Although these people were not real gangsters, it was too easy for them to make him suffer.
"No, no, no, I don't mean that." The boss smiled and said, "Second brother, you don't know, they are not selling wine, they are just sharing new products." Seeing that these people really haven't sold any wine, and they really don't have a lot of wine with them, the boss said, "You are unhappy eating here today, this bill is on me!"
"Da Qiang, Da Qiang!" The middle-aged man called "Second Brother" had a ferocious look on his face and gently slapped the boss on the face with his hand: "Do you think I can't afford to pay?"
"You still think I'm stupid and I don't understand!" "Second Brother" glared and yelled, "I'm telling you, Daqiang! I don't need your money for this wine and your meal! Don't give me this!"
The sound was so loud that it attracted the attention of the entire hotel.
The boss was in great pain, and quickly called the waiter over, leaning over to whisper in his ear to ask the waiter to appease the customer and give a 20% discount today. Then he backed off a little, although he was lightly slapped in the face, but embarrassment was no longer the most important thing.
Every boss who has opened a business and grown to this scale step by step has suffered hardships that ordinary people can hardly imagine, and only they themselves know the bitterness.
Therefore, the boss stepped back and seemed to be bowing his head.
The three beer girls were about to leave, but were blocked at the door by a thin man at "Second Brother's" table.
This is too much. Bai Song stood up and walked to the side of the thin man.
"What?" The thin man widened his eyes and looked at Bai Song.
Bai Song ignored him and grabbed the thin man's hand that was on the door frame: "Let them go if you don't want to cause trouble for yourself."
At this moment, Wang Liang, Sun Jie and Wang Huadong also stood behind Bai Song.
"Who is meddling in other people's business again?" "Second Brother" stood up and walked in front of Bai Song.
It must be said that the "Second Brother" was quite tall, about 180cm, and weighed about 250 pounds. When he stood up, the three men behind him stood up, and the remaining woman sat there to watch the fun.
"Want to fight?" Wang Liang said he was a little excited. Wang Liang had a problem, he got easily excited when he drank, and now he was a little excited.
"Oh, you tough guy? Are you meddling in other people's business? You're a policeman!" A man behind "Second Brother" said exaggeratedly.
Bai Song saw that Wang Liang was a little drunk and not in good condition, so he pulled him behind him and stared at his second brother.
Bai Song can drink quite well, and he is sober now, knowing what to do and what not to do.
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